The Aftermath

The Marine and I walked around the neighborhood with my dogs the evening after Hurricane Ike hit. Every single street was full of leaves, branches, upturned trees, pieces of roofing material, random debris, down power lines, and occasionally glass. Everywhere I looked it was obvious that we had just been through a hurricane. The air felt oddly cool and crisp, which was unusual for the summertime in Texas. It was downright eerie.

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